#broughtdoom

[nightmdic-a]

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

"Well, if that wasn't a ghost - then what the hell was that?!"

@broughtdoom

[ogalactus]

@broughtdoom speaks ... ❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❝  it is nothing to be so concerned about ... only dreams of the past most grim that haunt the present this night.  ❞ as they have done near every night since finding refuge here , & weariness from lack of rest was beginning to take its toll. still , the night galan finds himself sat quietly within is a peaceful , beautiful one. the ambience of nearby crickets & frogs fill the cool air , & high above the stars paint a crystal clear sky. the names of each point of light linger like a familiar dream fading into eternity.

❝ i do not complain of this , though ;   better the past is remembered than entirely forgotten , less we lose ourselves entirely ... still—   ❞ dark eyes subtly aglow blink over to the tall one , ❝  what brings you here at such early an hour ?  ❞

[handspike]

@broughtdoom said, "this  doesn't  have  to  go  badly  for  either  of  us."

scapegoat  wore  the  wire  around  his  throat.  the  cable  was  taut.  all  it  would  take  was  the  spark  from  his  fingertips,  and  everything  would  go  belly  up.

he's  died  this  way  before.  he  wakes  up  uneven.  he  wakes  up  shifted.  they  put  him  back  the  same.  it  doesn't  matter.  it's  just  a  way  of  scattering  the  blame.

his  body,  in  pieces.

“you  have  enough  time  to  save  yourself.” 

this  didn't  have  to  go  badly  for  him.  zapp  was  staying.

“you're  not  saving  me.”

[vanhvlsingmoved]

@broughtdoom asked: 🎁 ( shuffle - the bug collector by ha.ley heynde.rickx )

❝ and you swear to god, the fucker's out to get you. ❞

[archaievist]

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

She laughs, "Actually yes, but it's always nice to hear. Thank you." Eliza takes another sip of her tea, "You have a nice smile too."

[ruinedmyself]

🍒 i'm gonna be cheesy and say for you, say nice things about yourself

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

normally i don’t allow this but in the spirit of inviting more positivity, what the hell, why not. I’m not going to go on a tangent the way I will for everyone else but i will say this: i think i have pretty great taste in characters— muses or just favorites in general. hey, maybe i’m biased but they’re all pretty neat.

[luvpoemarc]

@broughtdoom liked for a short starter.

                        ཐི༏ཋྀ ๋࣭ ⭑ too long had it been that he has had company. more often than not, arbdert is left to his vices. left to reminisce in moments long past. living with a husk of a memory. “ tell me, ” he begins to speak, gaze raising from his ale. “ would you correct anything about your life if you could? take back any singular event? ” he would. although, perhaps that would be selfish of him. it was not solely his choice to make.

[sasorikigai]

💕 Say something nice about your own writing.

VERY SPECIFIC MUNDAY ASKS || @broughtdoom || accepting

💕 Say something nice about your own writing.

I think my writing has a rare depth. I don’t just touch the surface of Hanzo/Scorpion’s mind. I dive into the turbulence of his thoughts and emotions, letting the reader feel the weight of his trauma and longing.

At the same time, I try to balance his inner world with his actions and words, so he feels whole, not just a collection of feelings. My poetic, detailed style isn’t just decoration; it mirrors his duality, the tension between the controlled exterior and the tempest within. The words themselves carry his struggle, his fire, his restraint and his fury. I somehow manage to hold that balance, and when I do, it feels inevitable, like the prose is always meant to belong to him.

I think what makes my writing true to him is how it captures contradictions without smoothing them over; his honor and his fury, his devotion and his self-loathing, his capacity for love and the shadows of his past. I can write the fire in his veins and the cold of his solitude in the same sentence, and it never feels forced - it feels inevitable, because it is him. My style gives life to both what he is and what he carries, and in that, I think my writing fits seamlessly with the entirety of Hanzo/Scorpion’s character.